My silence

My silence is not my weakness,
It’s a pause, sometimes too long
when I listen to better songs on the radio.

My silence is not really an answer,
because I have been a seeker,
with a bag-full questions and an urge to wander.

My silence is not ignorance,
It’s around my knowledge, wisdom, breathlessness
on the last few pages of the thrilling chapter,
and flowing on in this life like a river.

My silence is sound, sound of many things;
song of birds from the moonlit night,
grin of the green tomato on my porch,
music of the metal spoon in my coffee cup 
at five o’clock, whisper of the drizzles.
Sometimes so crisp that they make me dance alone.

My silence is a tale, of words
from the world less known, of genuine smiles,
free fallen water that crossed miles, wild waves of pacific,
and cities that never learned to sleep.

My silence is a celebration, of colors,
of flowers of the spring,
cheeks that know unconditional love,
handmade embroideries on my grand-ma’s Saree, and
the crowns of the woodpeckers that make me want
to try harder once again without fears.

My silence is not about leaving,
it’s about being here, brave and conscious,
striving more, embracing some, and knowing it all.


What do you notice about silence? Do you love it, adore it,  or please noises to fight against it?

Author: Archita

Musings about life and photography.

16 thoughts on “My silence”

  1. So beautifully expressed. True silence is also mix of so many things. It’s not really a void. Thank you for reading and expressing your thoughts here, Patrick. 🙂

  2. I think it’s been some years only, but I truly love my moments of silence. It’s so better than so many things I hear. 🙂 Thank you for reading, Indira. 🙂

  3. How true! Life is a great mix of all these. So magical sometimes. 🙂 Thank you so much for taking time to write your thoughts here. 🙂

  4. I’ve missed you. I think we all need silence to sort and appreciate, but we need sound to reflect and resonate. Life is always a combination of all of the above.

  5. Hi Archita! I wish I could relish my silence like you. It is your strength and much more.It’s a precious thing if you can achieve complete silence. You are lucky.Beautifully written.

  6. Silence is always welcomed but very seldom is there no noise. The wind is silent until it finds something in its way. Nature is alive with sound. True silence is cherished when it is found.

  7. Thank you for sharing your thought. 🙂 I agree with you. Silence makes us listen to our surroundings. So many things to observe and be mindful about.

  8. So true. Silence can be strength too, and it can be quite loud when the world notices that strength.
    I hope you’re doing well, Sheena. 🙂 Thank you for reading and your comment.

  9. Well, first of all, I love silence because it makes me listen, and gives me the option of being restful. Secondly, I love your poem because it mentions many of the elements of silence that I’ve thought about before, and very nicely put, all of them. (Favorites – the green tomato and the spoon.)

  10. Love it…not enough people realize silence isn’t always a bad thing, even when it is for not-so-good reasons (if that makes sense)

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